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Episode 1 - Cavature
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Episode 1 - Cavature An Erotic Adventure  The ocean caves were an off the beaten path attraction for tourists looking for something different on the island. It was out of the way, an hour or more drive from San Juan. If you hadn’t been there before you weren’t likely to find it. A drive along the shoreline road, patches of trees and ocean views whipping by. The tour guide occupying the passengers time with stories of the Shaman who would visit these caves and pray for the wishes of the tribal families. One couple wanted a baby another’s mother was in poor health. The Shaman would spend days or weeks in the caves, carving images of the families wishes into the walls. They would enter a trance and seek a vision from the gods that there prayers were heard. The bus pulled off in to what looked like a private driveway. Cars are sparsely parked around some ruins and a foot path leads through the trees. It’s almost noon and the sun is beating down, the air is hot and sweet from the surrounding foliage. The guide leads the group down the foot path to the top of the cliffs all the while jabbering on about the geological conditions that formed the island and the caves they were about to enter. They came to a hole leading downward, the guide warning guests to be careful as he confidently stepped down on to a narrow ledge inched along to a rickety makeshift ladder. Against the contrast of the sun bleached stone, the ladder lead into darkness. It was apparent this is dangerous as guest struggled to make their way to the ladder. Husbands coaxing their squealing wives arms stretched out as if they could catch them if they fell. She stood there snapping pictures of the ordeal until she realized she was the last one in the group still standing atop the cliffs. Unsure if she was willing to risk life and limb to see a cave she stood there deliberating the situation. The air was unusually still, the sky was clear, and the sun was beating down relentlessly. Beads of sweat formed on the back of her neck. She lifted her hair to release the heat as a single stream traveled down her spine to the crack of her ass. The cave looked cool and inviting now and she began to inch her way along the narrow ledge to the ladder. The footsteps behind her caught her off guard. As she snapped her head around to see who was approaching she lost her balance. With nothing to grab on to she panicked clawing at the smooth rock as time slowed down and she felt herself falling backward away from the shear wall. A strong hand slapped across her back stabilizing her and returning time to normal. Her heart was pounding, eyes wide, the man that just saved her calmly said; “Cuidado, que no quieres caer”. His hand still pressed against her back, and the rush of adrenaline still pumping through her veins, she didn’t realize she was staring at him. His blue eyes were blazing against the backdrop of his darkly tanned face. His bright smile faded as his expression changed to concern. “What did you say?” she asked. He replied, “I said, Careful, you wouldn’t want to fall”. You speak English she said. He replied, so do you. Do you want to go back or down he asked. Thoughts flashed through her mind of going back to his bedroom, or going down on him in a cave. She responded with a simple yes. Puzzled he asked, yes back or yes down? She suddenly snapped out of it and began to speak in whole sentences. I’d like to go down in the cave, she replied as she inched closer to the ladder. She began her decent as he steadied the ladder and then began his approach. She had occasion to look up and admire his ass which extended down to muscular legs. Another glance and she realized she could see up his shorts, he was going commando. “Watch your step’, he said, just as her foot expecting the next rung found nothing but air. She clung tightly to the ladder as she extended her step past the missing rung and reached the ground below. Stepping away her eyes adjusted to the partially lit cave. Beams of light shown through holes similar to the one she just descended from illuminated the cave. The rest of the group had moved on, it was just her and this handsome stranger. For a moment she thought of her safety alone with this man, then that he could have let her fall. There was something about his voice, maybe when he spoke so calmly after catching her, even if she didn’t understand his first words. She wasn’t afraid of him, she was intrigued. He wasn’t part of the group and despite his lack of underwear he was fairly well dressed. She blurted out, “What is your name?” as he stepped off the ladder. “My name is Michael, what’s yours?” he replied as he extended his hand to shake hers. “Laura, Laura Eversoft”, she replied while contemplating why she felt compelled to tell him her full name. You seem to know this cave, well at least the ladder, She said, as she took his hand. Laura was expecting rough callus hands but his hand was soft and strong and she held it a bit longer than she should. Are you from around here, she asked. I’m renting a small bungalow nearby, I’m from New York, he replied. Thank you for saving me, she said, what brings you to the caves? She realized she was probing him and maybe invading his privacy with her questions as she released his hand. You’re welcome, he said, I’m doing research and the last time I was here I didn’t bring my camera. I wanted to know what I was getting into before I brought my equipment, as he pulled a rather pricey looking camera from his bag. Well I lost my group, would you mind if I stayed with you? She said. He looked up with a smirking smile and a twinkle in his eye and replied, not at all. He began taking pictures of the cave and the carvings in the wall. Did the Shaman carve those? She asked. That’s what they say, he replied. As she stepped closer she noticed he smelled good, a mixture of cologne and sweat, his shoulders were broad, his skin dark and as she looked at the beads of sweat forming on his neck she thought about what he looked like naked. She caught herself breathing heavily and stopped for a moment only to hear what she thought was her own breath continue. It wasn’t him, it was all around them. What’s that sound? She asked. He stood up taking her hand and said let me show you. He lead her through an opening in the wall, it was low and they had to stoop to get through, as they emerged on the other side the sound was louder and there was a pool of swirling water draining from the cave floor. It’s called a breathing tube, He said. It’s a volcanic tunnel that leads to the ocean, as the waves come into shore it forces the water through the tunnel into the floor of the cave, as the waves roll back it draws the water back out with them. The breathing sound you hear is from the water rushing through the tunnel.  She stood there smiling almost mesmerized by the water moving rhythmically back and forth through the tunnel. I would love to get wet, she said, realizing she could have phrased that better. You wouldn’t want to go in there, you’d get sucked into the tunnel, he said. Laura couldn’t stop thinking of sex, the water in the tunnel, the rhythm, the sucking, the breathing, and the smell of his sweat. The sunlight beaming through a hole in the cave ceiling reflected off the water and made the cave walls seem to dance around them, the glyphs on the walls, telling stories of love, and<b> copulation. </font></b>She imagined naked tribal members dancing to the beat of drums and singing as they moved around a fire under starlit skies. It was like the cave had her under a spell awakening primal urges, she was excited and becoming intensely aware of her body. As beads of sweat ran down her cleavage, her nipples became erect and she imagined his fingers taking the same path. Pretty amazing isn’t it? He said. A long drown out Yes she replied as if she was just waking from a dream, still not awake, but the trance was fading with the sound of the drums. It’s fucking awesome she yelled, which triggered a flurry of bats from the ceiling. Ducking she lost her footing and slipped down the sloping cave floor towards the breathing pool, spinning and reaching out for Michael to catch her. He grabbed her at the elbows as her feet flew out from under her and she face planted right into his crotch. Her feet scurried, and she regained her footing as he pulled her up to him. Chest to chest, her heart racing again from another rescue, she draped her hands around his neck, his hands still holding her arms, her head tilted up, his looking down into her eyes, her mouth slightly open, she pulled him into her and kissed him. His lips were warm, soft, and inviting, his face scruffy and alluring. She plunged her tongue into his mouth and as it retreated she sucked his lower lip into hers. His hands moved to her back as he kissed her back, lightly sucking the tip of her tongue, gently sucking her lip into his mouth, he was a great kisser, soft and sensual. Pressed body to body she felt him swell against her. She reached down and ran her hand across grabbing his cock through his shorts. It became firmer in her hand and she could feel the ridge of his Glans with her finger tip. She grabbed his shirt with both hands and led him to a flatter area of the cave. Without a word, her eyes told him what she was going to do, she unbuttoned his shorts, pulled them down and began to kiss the head, licking it, tasting the salt from his body, and pulling it into her mouth. He gasped as the warm wetness of her mouth enveloped the head and her lips moved downward over the shaft. She fondled his balls and was pleased to find him clean shaven. The light dancing on the walls, the breathing of the cave, now he heard the beating of the drums, it was his own heart racing as she pushed his cock deep into her throat. He moaned with pleasure which excited her even more as she grabbed his ass and aggressively began stroking him with her mouth, plunging the head down her throat and swallowing as he achieved orgasm. Voices echoed, in the cave, the tour guide approached, leading the group into the cave to find him back against the wall, shirt open, hands on her head and her fingering herself as she finished the job. He was smiling and laughing at the interruption. The guide said oh my and backed the group out of the cave.  She finished with him, pulled away and wiped her mouth with her forearm. Pulled up his shorts but not closing them as he was still hard and throbbing, she ran her hand up his stomach to his chest as she stood. His eyes closed, head tilted to the side, his chest pounded, and he said Thank You, that was amazing. She just gazed at him, wanting more. Looking down he noticed her knee was bleeding and said; I should get you out of this cave so we can clean up your knee. She hadn’t noticed the scrape she got from sliding down the rocky surface. He took her back to the ladder, steadying it as she climbed up, this time he got to admire her ass and could see the spot of wetness on her pink underwear. They reached the surface and headed down the foot path back to the parking lot. The guide and tour bus were waiting for her. We’re one short the guide said, we’ve been waiting for you. Go ahead, she replied, I’ll get a ride. She looked at him and he nodded as he directed her to his Jeep. After a short drive into the countryside along dirt roads and farmland they came to a brightly painted villa. A cobblestone path lead from the driveway to the front door, a small red shed with attached chicken coop lay off to the right with a rooster chasing down hens in a fenced in area. They entered the villa which was bright and inviting, ceiling fans slowly mixing the air, leather furniture placed neatly about the room, and a desk covered with paperwork and laptop garnished the corner of the living room. He sat her down on the couch and went to the kitchen. Returning he brought her a tall cold bottle of water, ice pack, and some hydrogen peroxide. This may sting a bit, he said, as he poured the peroxide on the scrape, and dabbed the blood away with gauze. He placed the ice pack on her knee and said; this should help the bruise. She snatched the bottle of water and began guzzling it. He said I hope you don’t mind I’m going to take a shower, help yourself to anything in the kitchen. As he walked out of sight she heard a door close and the water start to run. She finished off the water and went to the fridge, a cold open bottle of Pinot Grigio stood in the door compartment. She removed the bottle and found a glass in the cupboard. Poured a glass of wine and strolled around the living room, some of the paper work on his desk mentioned ecosystems of the coral reef, coral bleaching, and a number of other environmental concerns. She thought to herself he’s sexy and he’s trying to save the planet. Out the window she caught a glimpse of a , and a fast stepping sound. She opened the front door and walked towards the back of the villa to investigate the . As she approached the she heard water running and in a nook between the rooms of the house was an outdoor shower with Michael washing himself. He was facing the shower towards the house and didn’t see her as he soaped his body. His butt was spectacular and white against the contrast of his suntanned back and legs. She stood there admiring him as she walked towards him dangling the glass of wine in her fingertips. She reached up and unbuttoned her shirt as she approached. Then unbuttoned her shorts and began dropping her clothing in her path. He was shampooing his hair, rinsing, and shaking his head like a which made his but jiggle in a way she thought was cute and sexy. His eyes were clenched tight against the shampoo running down his face. As she dispensed with her final article of clothing she flipped off her shoes and stepped onto the cool wet stone. She reached for the soap in the tray and placed it on his back. Startled he spun around his cock slapping against her in the motion. Blinking and squinting to keep the soapy water out of his eyes, he peeked at her fair skinned naked body, her orange nipples puffed out from the edge of the areola. She was holding the soap inches from his chest as she moved it forward and began to wash him. He stood there water splashing on his neck, as she ran the soap and her hands across his chest, shoulders, down his arms, around to his backside, across his butt, and around to the front where she cupped his balls and soap in her hand, sliding it up his shaft, pressing his cock against his stomach, and then down between his legs. He turned to let the water fall between them, as he took the soap from her hand, sliding it down her thigh, back up her pelvis, along her side, atop her breasts, circling underneath and up to her neck. He reached behind her neck and pulled her in to kiss him, tilting his head and shielding her face from the water splashing against him. He ran the soap down her back, fingering the crack of her butt, grasping her cheeks, spreading them and letting the warm soapy water run down across her anus. He was hard as she lifted her knee sliding her thigh along his side and leg. He spun her around pushed her down forcing her to put her hands against the wall, and slid his throbbing cock between her legs. She gasped with excitement as he penetrated her. His hands clasping her butt, spreading her cheeks, and his thumb pressed against her anus. He entered her slowly, giving her time to except him, as she pressed against him to push it further in. He began to push and pull against her, slowly at first, building up speed until she began vocally announcing her pleasure; she reached between her legs, touching her clitoris. He thrust harder with each motion swiveling his hips as they climaxed together. He held his position for a moment and she could feel his cock throb and pulse within her. Her arms slumped pulling away from him as his member slid slowly out of her. The sound of the stomping returned reminding her of the drum beating trance she experienced in the cave. (Continued in Episode 2 - Paso Fino) |
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all very erotic…mmm.mmm.mmmm….
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